Keeping my life balanced is a challenge considering how much of an extremist I can be. When I’m happy, I’m hyperactive. When I’m sad, I’m on the verge of tears – okay not verge – I am in tears. Passionate yet heartless from time to time – either out of shyness or being proud. But that’s just me. I’m not one for a little bit of everything. It’s all or nothing. It’s a good and bad thing but that’s just the way I like it.
What I’ve enjoyed from this stress leave of a day today, is this moment of nothingness. I have homework to do, I want to visit my dearest girlfriend for an overdue b*tch session but instead I worthily watched one of my favourite Filipino gay comedian’s Vice Ganda – s/he cracks me up! – and a topless Derek Ramsay ! sexy man!
What I didn’t expect to do today was babysit my handful of a niece – that one hour and a half felt like half a day. She decided to poo in her nappy when the woman valuing our house knocked at the door. I hope the smell didn’t affect the value of the house 😛
My dear niece did inspire me to write a little piece the other day that I hadn’t had a chance to post (I think I’m a poet at the moment so – poems galore! at random, for the time being):
My weekday mornings run on routine. Every second day I wash my hair. Every other day I get my man on and wash in minutes. I’ll then slap on the essentials, make sure I look fly. The next challenge is getting onto the train platform without tripping over and ultimately, getting on the train – not waving it goodbye. Anyway, This morning’s rush was splashed with an explosion of happy greetings and exaggerated baby scatting with my niece while she feasted over breakfast and I threw what looked like lunch in my bag. An excited scream and wave hello always follows with an instant game of peekaboo – she loves it. Watching her grow with curiosity and mischief brings me back to my moments of exploring the good, grey and … adventurous sides of life 😉 As I watch her, I wonder … whats going on in your mind (okay, and growing up to Rugrats play a significant role in this thought):
what’s going on in that mind of your’s?
what are you talking about when your scatting your words?
What script are you playing when your tossing around those toys?
What are you really thinking when your waving goodbye and pointing to the door?
What do you feel when you no longer return to that place where you had fallen to the floor?
How is it you feel the bounce to only a personal selection of songs playing from our docks and phones?
What’s behind your smile?
Your joyful ways? …
Cant wait to bring to life the dreams and ideas being built inside from day to day …